“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow” Gilbert K. Chesterton
When it Rains it Pours
The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours
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Photo101: Day Seventeen: Glass, Squared
“Curiouser and curiouser” Lewis Carroll
Through the Looking Glass
Through the looking glass
Life will quickly pass
Surfaces reflecting light
What a visual display in sight
A glimpse of an image
Transparent as the line of scrimmage
Moving fast and fading away
Only within imagination to stay
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“All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up” Gloria Swanson -Sunset Boulevard
Close-Ups
Close-ups
Shots of stuff
No huff nor puff
Objet d’arts
Or something smart
Check them out
Let out a shout
If you like
Or just out of smite
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Photo101: Day Sixteen: Treasure & Close-up
“I look spectacular!”
My Glasses
I can see through you
You seem to have a clear view
I would be lost and having strife
Or at least stumbling through life
Like a blind person needing a cane
Or an actor without the fame
Using my own vernacular
I shout out loud
My glasses oh so spectacular
Would even make Dame Edna proud
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Photo101: Day Sixteen: Treasure & Close-up
“Wake up and smell the roses”
A Rose by any other Name
You delicate little thing
What joy for me you bring
You landed on my desk
Looking oh so statuesque
You were a gift for my birthday
Even though it was a workday
Thanks dear work mates
Bringing something great
To an otherwise dreary day
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Photo101: Day Sixteen: Treasure & Close-up
“There is no life before the first cup of coffee in the morning”
Life without Coffee?
It’s getting to be a borderline cliche
Like something so unnerving at play
But out of all the things to loose
If I really had to choose
What ever troubles life may bring
There is this only one thing
There is one thing I cannot do without
Uttered without hesitation or doubt
Not without my Coffee!
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Homage to Gun Roswell, née 27th June, 1965
“All right, it’s worked so far, but we’re not out yet” McCoy
Live Long And Prosper
Born in nineteen sixty-five
Came to this world with a jive
Hips in a sway
First words, Yippie-Ki-Yay
Fifty years later
Still not a life hater
Resistance may be futile
And aging sometimes brutal
“But honey, these ain’t wrinkles”
She says with eyes in twinkle
Smiling with her face in a crinkle
“They’re just laugh lines” and a sign
Of a life lived just fine
“Making the simple complicated is commonplace; making the complicated simple, awesomely simple, that’s creativity” Charles Mingus
Sitting in My usual Place
I was sitting in my usual place today
Watching the clouds changing shape in many ways
Caught up in nature’s gorgeous display
I almost forgot my own part to play
I finally tore myself away for a moment
And snapped a few for your enjoyment
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Happy Birthday to the Blogger of Rantings of A Third Kind
Resistance has truly been futile: 50 years down, 150 more years to go ;P
“If I waited until I felt like writing, I’d never write at all” Anne Tyler
I Blog therefore I am
Today is my day off, so I have some extra time on my hands (Laughs out loud; good joke that one! While trying hard to catch up with a lo-oong list of uncompleted tasks!) I had to take the day off just to be on the safe side, and well prepared for the up and coming huge “Five O” day tomorrow. Readying myself for the celebration (read awaiting in horror of dooms day!) 😛
I have gotten a few questions on “how I manage to keep up and publish posts on daily basis” and decided to drop this little note to all you bloggers out there.
I promised myself a while back to write “at least” a poem a day, if nothing else and I have almost achieved that goal. I also try to post them daily, or then at least catch up the next day with a couple of posts. The writing is mostly for myself, but I am glad others enjoy it as well. It is also good to keep up with publishing(posting), so that your readers have something to come back to.
Let me share this one personal thing as to why now:
If I hadn’t started writing again earlier this year, I would probably have suffered a second burn out during my current career. For me, personally, both writing and photography are outlets to a hectic day at the office and, well, life in general. Sometimes I end up staying awake all the night typing away, even though knowing I have to go to work early in the morning. I still see it as time well spent. And, even though tired the next day, I feel happy and exhilarated for the simple fact I actually am producing something concrete and interesting, which unfortunately, doesn’t usually happen in the day job.
Quoting myself from one of my posts: “A poem a day keeps the shrink at bay.
A great guideline to follow and it is working for me at least.
My advice, in case you asked, is, to set yourself some thirty minute aside each day and if nothing else, pour your minds flow onto the paper or as it is in these modern days, in bits and bytes. I know this may sound like cliched advice, but it’s better to force yourself to a routine of writing rather than postponing it for one reason or another. I know there are always excuses as to why not, but in the end, if you have a passion for writing, the excuse are just that – excuses.
Hang in there and don’t stop writing, EVER!
Gun
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